Xuan Cheng gazed at the Black-Robed Youth sitting in his great hall as though he owned the place, a jumble of emotions stirring in his heart.
He naturally knew what Chu Mo meant.
The Tribulation Deliverance Sect did not judge by seniority; those who attained greater heights took precedence. By the rules, he ought to address him as Senior Brother Youxuan.
Had it been anyone else, it would have been fine. However rapidly they progressed, it would have had little to do with Xuan Cheng. Even changing how he addressed them would not have stirred a ripple in his heart.
But this was Chu Mo. In a sense, Xuan Cheng could be said to have watched him grow up. From a Foundation Establishment High Person to a Golden Core True Person, and then to a Nascent Soul True Lord... how could Xuan Cheng not feel awkward?
"Little Brother Xuan Cheng, why haven't you said a word?" Chu Mo leaned forward slightly, his expression turning serious.
At that, Xuan Cheng suppressed the turmoil in his heart and immediately smiled. "Congratulations, Senior Brother Youxuan. Your talent truly is exceptional. I admire you greatly."
As he spoke, he put on the air of someone who had believed in Chu Mo all along.
Chu Mo smiled faintly. He rose and walked over to Xuan Cheng with his hands behind his back. "Congratulations to us both. But don't be discouraged, Junior Brother. Although you started cultivating early, your cultivation has progressed slowly, too."
He reached out and patted the other man's shoulder, offering earnest consolation.
Xuan Cheng looked at the hand on his shoulder, his face twitching as he struggled to remain composed. Beneath another man's eaves, one had no choice but to bow one's head. Who could blame him for needing a favor?
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